The work of the Go master

I think so, right?

Akimori took a drag of his cigarette and changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that for now. I have some bad news for you."

"What news?"

"Although your attitude toward studying has improved over the past week, you have fallen too far behind. Your terrible report card has been sent to your sponsor who sent you here to study. He was very angry when he saw your appalling deviation score and said he would stop sponsoring you."

"Does that mean the script I'm about to face is being kicked out of school and then deported back to my country?" Ke Zhiguang sensed an impending storm.

“It might be even worse. Your sponsor might not even bother to pay for your plane ticket and just leave you here to fend for yourself.” Qiu Shengzheng said casually, deliberately avoiding the question of Ke Zhiguang’s accommodation.

Every month, the sponsor would send a living allowance, which included daily accommodation and food, as well as pocket money that Ke Zhiguang could freely allocate. Of course, the accommodation and food expenses were controlled by Qiu Shengzheng, who was essentially a landlord.

If the landlord doesn't receive the rent, the tenant will naturally be evicted.

If the original owner had faced this situation, he might have truly perished.

"Don't worry, I won't kick you out right away, but I can only keep you for two months at most. But be prepared for no pocket money." Qiu Shengzheng said casually, picking up the controller and restarting the Double Dragon-like game.

"Your sponsor requires you to achieve a respectable score on the next exam, which is about a month away. Work hard, young man."

Qiu Shengzheng smiled and encouraged him.

Ke Zhiguang fell into deep thought.

It's April 7th now, and around mid-May there will be a wave of exams. Whether he can continue his studies depends on this exam.

Although Ke Zhiguang no longer expects to start his life through normal college entrance examinations, the fire has now reached his eyebrows and he has no choice but to put it out.

Perhaps I should go all in and focus all my energy on Go, using the last three months to pave my way to becoming a professional Go player?

Or is it possible to use delaying tactics?

"Uncle Qiu, if I were to win a high school level Go championship within this month, do you think I could extend my life?" Ke Zhiguang seriously considered this delaying tactic.

Akio Masakazu: "Don't even mention the championship, fourth place is fine too. I've talked to your sponsor, and he's quite interested in Go. Catering to his interests isn't a bad idea, but... aren't you underestimating Go? You want to learn something in a month?"

"Okay, I'll be honest. I actually learned a little Go when I was a kid, and I was pretty good at it. Now I'm just going back to my old ways."

"Then I wish you good luck... Here, take this." Akio Masakazu handed the other controller connected to the Famicom to Koji Hikaru.

"This is?"

"Hurry up, play this game with me. You're not allowed to sleep until we finish... Damn it, I was forced to die just now to coax Xun to sleep, and I wasted such a good chance to finish the game." Qiu Sheng's expression changed, and he became indignant, completely ignoring the fact that tomorrow was not the weekend.

"Phew, this is really..." Ke Zhiguang shook his head helplessly and took the handle.

Indeed, no matter the world, era, or age, men can never resist games.

Go, or Weiqi, is also one of the games that has existed since ancient times.

Chapter Seven: This person has such a high level of maternal instinct.

The next day, as the sun rose, the traffic lights at the intersection began to flash, and trams traveled through the city, gradually becoming noisy and bustling.

Although it was already the eighth day, the scene before him still filled Ke Zhiguang with a sense of temporal and spatial disorientation.

Commuters and students waiting on the platform wore long trench coats and navy blue school uniforms.

Regardless of gender, the hairstyles all feature curls and expose high foreheads, reflecting the aesthetic of old Hong Kong films.

The music that occasionally drifts through the streets has a strong Hong Kong flavor and is full of petit-bourgeois sentiment. However, considering its cultural influence, this is the true center of Asian entertainment.

In fact, the current world's timeline is somewhat strange. Although the year is marked as 1986, compared to the previous world, it can only be generally referred to as the 1980s.

From a major event perspective, the agreement that the US forced Japan to sign at the Plaza Hotel in New York should have been signed last year, but it was actually signed three years ago in this timeline.

Many FC games that should have been released around 1990 have been released, but conversely, some games that should have been released in 1986 are nowhere to be found.

His knowledge of the Famicom stems from his childhood memories unique to the 90s, and he's willing to learn about it. He hasn't studied other Japanese cultural works that were created around 1986.

If I had to say something, Ke Zhiguang is quite knowledgeable about "JOJO". "JOJO" was supposed to be serialized in 1987, but in the current world online, it has been serialized in "Jump" for a year.

Incidentally, if it weren't for the fact that he really lacked any talent in the arts and entertainment field and couldn't remember the content of the works, he would have copied everything without hesitation.

In the case of Go, the timeline is slightly lagging, stopping at the world situation before approximately 1980.

In other words, Go is still a relatively unpopular game in the motherland across the sea, waiting for a powerful man to descend from the sky and save it.

Speaking of which, in my previous life, the nation's Go game was indeed saved by a powerful man who appeared out of nowhere.

Back in 1985, at the first China-Japan Go Tournament, in the final stages, the Chinese team was left with only their captain, a very skilled bridge player.

On the Japanese side, there are three top-tier players, making the situation roughly 1 in 9.

Before the match, the Japanese team was still making boastful remarks, saying that if they were defeated in a three-on-one match, they would shave their heads!

As it turned out, the three brothers were indeed framed, and the flag was retrieved at lightning speed.

They were also very honest; they shaved their heads without hesitation, and even took a photo together afterward, smiling happily, showing great generosity.

Later, this skilled bridge player became a hero on par with the women's volleyball team, and was even awarded the title of Chess Saint.

Actually, usually, the title of "saint" is reserved for the dead. This bridge player, who is very good at playing chess, may be the only living "saint" in the thousands of years of history of our country.

Thinking of this, Ke Zhiguang couldn't help but look westward, feeling a sense of longing for his homeland.

If one day I really achieve something in Go, then I should return to my homeland to revitalize Go. Maybe I can even be crowned a Go master or something, open a Go academy in the capital, and recruit ambitious young people from all over the country. That way, I won't have to work so hard to pay off my mortgage like I did in my previous life.

Moreover, he was also a master of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), which was comparable to his bridge skills, and he later became known as the "God of Dou Dizhu" in people's eyes.

Happy end.

The End (crossed out).

I put away my script, squeezed onto the tram, and bumped my way to school.

Koji Hikaru attended a private junior high school called Gekyo Junior High School, located in Chiyoda Ward, a prime location with exorbitant tuition fees. The students' average deviation score is among the highest in the country, enough to qualify them to speak loudly.

This can be considered one of the rich legacies left by the original owner, after all, it was the result of his own efforts, even though his subsequent performance was not worthy of his previous efforts.

Just as I was about to step into the school gate, I heard a male voice coming from behind me: "Isn't this A-Guang? You're here for class again today."

"Yes, this is not like you. Although you have tried your best to act like a good student for the past week, we can see your true thoughts very clearly."

"Let's go to the game room again today."

It sounded like the speech of a petty thug, and indeed it did. They were a trio of thugs, with pierced ears, dyed blonde hair, and smoking cigarettes... Actually, they weren't really petty thugs. They were just class swarms who imitated petty thugs but didn't dare to actually become them. Most of them got into this school because of their nouveau riche family backgrounds, a special product of the bubble era.

Ke Zhiguang rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled.

According to the original owner's memories, these three people were called... well, I've forgotten their names. Anyway, throughout the entire first year of high school, the original owner just hung out with the three of them and got lost in the process.

From the very first day Ke Zhiguang transmigrated here, he made it clear to these people that he was going to study hard and that they should stop bothering him.

After hearing this, the three of them burst into laughter and bet that within three days, you would be begging them to take you out to have some fun.

Now, a week has passed, and seeing that Ke Zhiguang remains unmoved, the three of them can no longer sit still and have taken the initiative to attack, determined to completely assimilate him.

"Hey, students on duty, how are you doing the cleaning?" Ke Zhiguang was a little annoyed and couldn't help but shout at two female students who were sweeping up flower petals not far away.

"What happened to us?" Suddenly called out, the two girls hugged each other in fear.

"Could you please help me clean up these three pieces of trash? I don't know much about garbage sorting, could you help me out? Thanks." Ke Zhiguang flicked the three pieces behind him with his thumb.

"You little brat, are you trying to rebel?" The trio immediately became furious, scaring the two students on duty into running away.

“Oh, no, this should be the responsibility of the animal keeper.” Ke Zhiguang shook his head, subconsciously feeling that it wasn’t even worthy of the disciplinary committee to deal with these three.

Just as the trio was about to make their move, a righteous voice rang out: "Can you three stop now? Don't assume everyone is as unambitious as you!"

Accompanied by a righteous rebuke, a broom was thrown at them, startling the three, who immediately fled.

Approaching us was a female student radiating righteousness, her chestnut hair tied up over her shoulders, and a white satin scarf fluttering in the wind.

Of course, the main deterrent force comes from the security guards following behind; a broom alone cannot produce the effect of nuclear deterrence.

"Good morning, Shuicheng." Ke Zhiguang waved his hand.

Her name is Mizuki Yuzuki. She's a disciplinary committee member and also the class's life committee member. Her specific duties include delivering the day's notes to students who are absent due to illness, taking care of students who might be in trouble, etc. In short, it's a very maternal position.

Her physique is also quite maternal... perhaps it's because she often drinks papaya milk.

The original owner had no relationship with her; this relationship was developed by Ke Zhiguang himself over a week.

First, I found the class monitor and told her that I was willing to surrender... no, I meant to study hard and hoped she could help me. She readily agreed, happy to see a lost youth return to the right path.

"Hey Ke, did they do anything to you just now?"

"everything is fine."

"That's good then. You need to be more careful next time, at least don't talk to them in such a provocative tone. I can't always help you." After feeling relieved, Mizuki Yuuki immediately put her hands on her hips.

But she quickly shook her head and released her hands on her hips: "Forget it, after thinking about it carefully, I'll skip the lines like the male protagonist scolding the female protagonist in a comic. You're a man, after all, so I have to give you some face."

"Don't worry, I've prepared follow-up measures to deal with them." Ke Zhiguang took out a small jar from his pocket.

"This is..."

Pepper spray.

"This is for girls!" Mizuki Yuuki shouted as if she were flipping a table. "I just said I'd give you some face as a man, and this is what you do?"

"It doesn't really matter, anyway, I'm a feminist fighter." Ke Zhiguang replied expressionlessly and seriously.

this--

Mizuki covered her forehead, a feeling of exhaustion washing over her.

How should I put it?

Although she was touched that Ke Zhiguang had chosen to return to his studies a week ago, she always felt that he was like a different person, with an unusually erratic and unconventional neural pathway. There was always a moment when she would be caught off guard when talking to him.

"This child will definitely have a bright future if he becomes a host on variety shows or talk shows," Mizuki Yuzuki once commented.

"By the way, Shuicheng, there's something I need to ask you," Ke Zhiguang said.

"what's up?"

"If I remember correctly, you're from the Go club, right, Mizushiro?"

"Yes, that's true."

"That's good. Please introduce me to someone. I'd like to join the department... Thank you for your help." Ke Zhiguang's gaze met the other person's, and he looked extremely serious.